Why did Michelle have to lust after the boyfriend of her best friend?
Michelle gazed darkly at the retreating sun in the distance. Night was falling and she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. Her best friend Leslie and her boyfriend, Caine had invited her over for a get together in the backyard pool at Leslie's house. It was there that the three teenagers had played an innocent 'truth or dare' game that had started off innocently enough but had ended...well...she didn't know how to describe it. Hot? Sexy? All Michelle knew was that she had witnessed Caine fingerfucking Leslie. Michelle couldn't help but wish it had been
her
lying on the ground, moaning and grinding in abandon as
her
wet pussy was relentlessly fingerbanged.
Michelle rubbed her soft thighs together as she felt her pussy tingle with the erotic thought. A hand moved to her tit and she began rubbing her nipple slowly with her thumb. The images of Caine's mouth on Leslie's nipples and his fingers in her wet pussy blurred together in her mind. She remembered the squelching fucking noises and the panting and moaning.
She sighed heavily. She was angry at herself for having these feelings about Caine. He was already taken by her best friend. In fact, Michelle could have any guy she wanted at school. She had been told many times before that she was "beautiful" and "sexy".
Despite her popularity among the boys at high school, Michelle had only ever dated two guys and slept a couple times with the last one. The first one had moved away, but they had never really connected on a deeper level. The second one, Tony, had gone off to college and wanted to sample "the other women out there who were older and more experienced in the bedroom". Three weeks later, Tony called her and begged her to take him back. He said that he hadn't realized what he had thrown away when they broke-up.
Michelle hung up and never looked back. When it came to guys, she didn't particularly trust them. Maybe because she had always been attracted to--and given chances to--the wrong types and is just now comprehending it.
For now, she just wanted to concentrate on her studies and put relationships off.
But Caine... God, what was it about him? If she was honest with herself, she had always been attracted to him deep down inside. They had known each other for a long time, gone to the same schools since kindergarten. They had even been friends in elementary school but middle school hit and they grew apart and hung out with different people. In high school, they knew of each other and saw one another from a distance. But that was it, just from a distance. It was a large school with nearly two thousand students so it wasn't hard to even forget they had ever been friends.
They had only begun seeing each other again when Michelle's best friend Leslie started dating Caine. Michelle had begun seeing him more and more. Even with nothing on but shorts lately since the three have all started cooling off at Leslie's house these past few weeks from the increasing hot weather. Michelle had become more aware of how muscular and attractive he was.
She could clearly remember the other occasions where she had seen him sporting a heavy hardon in his shorts. She knew it was from seeing his girlfriend but sometimes Michelle wondered if it was also from seeing her body?
Was it the wicked grin he shot in her direction earlier that afternoon with his lips hovering just inches above Leslie's nipple? The smoldering, passion filled eyes that settled on her bikini bottom that hinted he might want to see what she looked like naked, as he continued fingerfucking Leslie?
Michelle was on the front steps of her house, sitting on the porch. It was a habit of hers when she was thinking hard about something. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear Caine coming until he called out her name.
"Michelle," he said, his deep voice casual, but holding a question.
Michelle jerked her head up and slowly moved her hand from her tits. "Caine," she murmured, the name falling off her lips before she could think.
His tall, virile form stood only ten feet to her left. He was on the grass, his hands in his pockets. "I just came here from Leslie's house. She asked me to drop by and find out if you were all right. You didn't pick up her phone calls and Leslie got worried." His hair was still slightly damp and he still wore his swimming shorts but had pulled on a T-shirt.
Michelle felt a stab of guilt. Leslie was worried about her and all Michelle could do was lust after her unattainable boyfriend.
Caine tried very hard not to stare at Michelle's legs, which were on full display in her short booty shorts. Or to stare at her perky tits covered by a thin camisole. He did feel embarrassed of how he had brought Leslie to orgasm knowing that Michelle stood feets away, although Leslie had been unaware of her best friend's presence.
"I'm all right," Michelle said, choosing not to elaborate.
Caine didn't say anything right away. He gestured to the area next to her. "May I sit down?"
Michelle barely nodded. She wanted to shake her head emphatically but then he may know that she was effected by that afternoon more than she led on.
Caine folded his large frame beside Michelle's tinnier body. He was a good two feet away from her, carefully placed, Michelle knew, so that she wouldn't feel threatened. But she did. Her heart was already beginning to thud painfully in her chest and god, was her palms sweating a bit? Why was she so nervous? She didn't have anything to feel guilty about. They were just two people sitting outside in plain sight, talking, nothing more. But she couldn't shake the guilt.
Caine glanced away. "Why exactly did you leave then?" He looked back at Michelle's face intently. "I thought..."
Michelle whipped her head around, a bit of anger showing. "You thought what? That I'm that kind of girl who is...who would...." she jerked her gaze away and towards the grass, leaving her sentence unfinished.
Caine hung his head and began to apolegize, to say anything, when his nose caught a faint smell of something in the breezy night air. Was that pussy juices? He looked down at her nipples and just noticed she was nipping. Was that from the slight chill in the air or because she was turned on? The air wasn't really cold, it was pleasantly warm even though the sun had already set. And what exactly had she been doing before he had come over?
Before his tented shorts could become apparent, he moved his hands over his lap.
Caine closed his eyes for a moment and decided on something that he knew he may come to regret, that may jeopardize his relationship with Leslie. "Michelle," Caine said quietly. Michelle knew the instant he said her name in that deep, somber voice that she was in trouble. He was going to be honest at last.
"I know that you must know by now that I like you a lot more than as a friend," Caine said. Yes, Michelle did notice it. The fleeting glances he sent her way when he thought she wasn't looking. Those moments became clearer although before she had tried to rationalize that he wasn't really checking her out.
Caine sighed roughly. "I know it's wrong. We both care about Leslie, but I can't help it. You're just so different from any other girl. Even Leslie."
Michelle kept her gaze on the grass. "I don't know why we even kept it from Leslie that we used to know each other in elementary school," she scoffed.
